My T helped me to see that:
1. I dressed in a way that showed I didn't care how people saw me.
2. I was doing that mostly to show defiance of my mother.

And then I realised that if I really didn't care what my mother thought, I should dress to please myself.

So now I do think at least a little when I get dressed. A woman at group actually complimented me on how I chose my colours. Unbelievable.

I wear a lot of cardigans, which is slightly unusual for a man in my culture - unless you're retired! Not very macho.

The colour generally reflects my mood, especially when I'm going to therapy. I wear dark blue under pressure, white is neutral, and when I'm feeling really confident and and peace with myself I wear pink.